Longhu Mountain was the ancestral court of Daoism, holding an exalted status and revered as a sacred land in the hearts of countless Daoists.
Its roots gripped the earth's corners, its peak reached the heart of heaven. From afar, it seemed to grind broken traces into the chaotic clouds; up close, it appeared to swallow the soul of the bright moon. A thousand peaks competed in splendor, ten thousand ravines rushed with streams, waterfalls flew slantwise, and vines hung upside down.
When tigers roared, wind rose at the valley entrance; when apes cried, the moon sank along the mountainside. It was like a thousand blocks of jade dyed with blue-black pigment, like countless heaps of mist shrouded in green gauze.
"What an ancestral court of Daoism. It truly is extraordinary," Qin Sheng praised.
"The Earth Immortal Burial Ground is in Longhu Mountain?" The Great Valley Lord was stunned. It was as though lightning had flashed through his mind, clearing up some of his doubts.
"No wonder, no wonder Daoism chose to establish itself here back then. It seems an expert had long discovered that the Earth Immortal Burial Ground was here and claimed it in advance."
"This place is no trivial matter. If anything happens here, we'll be making enemies of more than half of Daoism."
However, once he remembered that he had come with a Saint, the Great Valley Lord relaxed again.
Our Myriad Demons Valley has joined forces with a Saint. We are invincible beneath heaven and fear no lineage!
"Have the Daoists of Longhu Mountain already explored the Earth Immortal Burial Ground?" Ye Fan asked, wondering whether they had arrived too late.
"Probably not." Qin Sheng led everyone into Longhu Mountain. It had ninety-nine mountains and twenty-four crags, all bearing the imposing form of dragons and tigers.